Dream

Last night I dreamed I had two sons, who looked almost exactly like Connor and Logan. The first part of the dream involved me trying to spend time with each of them individually, and also teaching them how to share with each other.

Later, I realized that I kept calling the older one "Connor". I tried and tried, but I could not remember his actual name. "What's your name?" I asked him, but of course he wouldn't tell me--either he thought I was joking or he was shocked that his own mother didn't know his name. Eventually I discovered that his name was Sandy. (I would never name my son "Sandy", but whatever.) The name just didn't suit him, and I was sure I would forget it again. "Now that you're grown and I know your personality better, how about we pick a name that fits you?" I asked him, but he was too busy playing with his video game to answer.